Beer ancedote. Okay, here's one.

We were playing soldier and having war games out in the field back in 1967 or so. We had scored a couple cases of beer, which was of course completely against regulations, and sank them in a cold stream near our bivouac. At the end of a long, hot day playing with guns and explosives a cold beer, or even a stream-cold beer, washed down our rations. Drank it straight from the can, of course, like real men did back then. Then, one fine day, someone when upstream and around the bend in the little stream for find a very dead cow had chosen that stream in which to die.

I switched to the juice of the muscat grape.